There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die


There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die


Mi sembra un club del cazzo, molto meglio starsene a casa buttato sul divano a giocare a baldur's gate col tablet e la televisione accesa sul canale delle televendite
Far ragionare un idiota non è impossibile, è inutile



